Time cannot heal us
It’s drug in a disguise
That makes the pain go away
Behind our story
The heroes are sorry
To come in out of the rain
Sometimes hope may feel so helpless
On a brink of losing mind
To the young the old preached temperance
When they burnt bridges behind
Time cannot free us
Illusion in sunrise
That gets us to start new day
Behind our story
The losers are sorry
They didn’t fight more to stay
Sometimes hope may feel so helpless
When being cruel to be kind
To the young the old preached temperance
When they burnt bridges behind
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